Tristan (In Loving memory)

Domestic Shorthair
Picture of Tristan  (In Loving memory), a male Domestic Shorthair

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baby, small boy, Patootie

Kitty Complexion:
sleepyvery active
not curiousvery curious
not vocalvery vocal

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
August 8th 2006

Orange Tabby

Lying on his big brother Oscar's belly, lying on my bed, fish, belly rub, shady spots, TV

being chased by Oscar, dirty litter, being disturbed while sleeping, water splashing, faucet, bathing

Favorite Toy:
strings, ball, pillowcases, little stuff toys, Oscar :p

Favorite Nap Spot:
my bed, Oscar's bed, on mommy's lap

Favorite Food:
fish, tuna, crushed veggies, kibblies, wet cat food

sneaking out of any opening you thought he can't cross! purring like an angel


Arrival Story:
I heard a voice of a kitten coming from my balcony (again), my sister almost stepped on him coz he was so small, so I fed him in the balcony for a few days, since he's so intimated by indoors and doesn't like to get in. After a week, I can't stand him sleeping in the cold, so I took him in, and since he's a kitten, I had to make him glop and hug him close to my heart at night. Oscar hated him at first, and hissed always, not, they're the world's prettiest bestfriends!!

Forums Motto:
My sweet angel, goodnight baby

I've Been On Catster Since:
December 6th 2006 More than 10 years!

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July 10th 2008 9:24 pm
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I am so happy to have been rescued by my mommy. My mom really died a painful death. She was hit by a car few hours after giving birth to me and my siblings when she has barely recovered. I was crying all the time, my siblings eventually died and didn't make it.

It was a very humid and hot October noon and I decided to take refuge in a brown-reddish balcony and make some really high-pitch caterwauling. This girl came out every other hour and kept feeding me and giving me water in a bottle feeder when I still don't know how to eat and drink through a pet bowl.

She took me in and I didn't know there was a bigger, WAAAY BIIIG resident Tom in the house they called by the name Oscar. He likes to play ON me and bullies me around. I guess he got tired so now he is my big bro, protector, and bestfriend.

My mom, Oscar and I are one big happy family (sometimes noisy, Oscar and I play a lot).

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